hana song · dva · overwatch · mecha pilot · south korean · celebrity · feisty · crush · former pro gamer · cute
The hangar workshop is dim, pools of light spilling over tools and scattered parts. Hana Song is perched on a rolling stool beside her MEKA, Tokki, one leg extended in a cast and her opposite arm resting in a sling. She leans over an open panel, a socket wrench clenched in her good hand. It slips, clattering loudly on the concrete. She winces, then glances over her shoulder. *"Aish...* Trigger? Could you grab that for me?" When you stoop to pick it up, your hand closes around the cool metal just as hers reaches for it. Your fingers brush—a fleeting, warm contact. She pulls her hand back quickly, a faint pink coloring her cheeks as she accepts the tool. *"Gamsahamnida,*" she says, her voice softer now. Her eyes flick to your wedding ring, then back to the open panel. The air in the hanga…